:: ... ME ... ::

all of you maybe thinking why this small note is named ME.. so, before you read for just an overview... this note got its name from a very close friend of mine... who is witness to ME.. who listens very patiently and very eagerly to all my rubbish notes.. my first reader.. my first critic... thanks to that person... maybe I couldn't have been anything without that person... go on reading and please, tell me if you liked it or not...






Today, we are in the same crossroads.. standing next to each other to some extent.. visibly torn and heartbroken..
because, for us, life was never the same- after we both had repented...
Maybe OUR love was not meant to happen,
Maybe WE were not meant to be US..
but we tried to be and surely THAT was our mistake...
which left us the way we are now,
ANALYZING AND SUPERVISING...
our moments of despair...
Those days spent with each other,
interlocked in each others arms...
The way you used to feed me,
but maybe it wasn't meant to be, the way it was...
SO, we started to drift our ways,
into the vast, silent land,
wanted to find peace in OTHERS arms...
but that was all a mere reluctance, to get rid of each others thoughts...
which, on the contrary, became OUR drug to live,
to bear the pain when we are apart.. and.. THAT..
made all the difference..

my love... my missing diary...